Enigma Pt.2 - A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 9-

Flint cautiously walked down the hall of their ship and knocked on Alda's door. She hadn't come out since her outburst about not trusting Jolie.

"Alda? You in there?"

He hear some shuffling before the exhausted, clearly drained Zabrak opened the door. Her usually vibrant, deep purple complexion now seemed to be a murky grey. She had bags the size of Republic Flagships under eyes. If her hair was long enough to be messy, it surely would be. "Any news?" She asked.

Flint nodded,"We are supposed to meet them at a nearby Republic Outpost, drop our ship off, and go with them in their own," he glanced down at his data pad tucked under his arm,"We should be arriving in about two hours."

She rubbed her eyes and yawned,"I'm gonna take a nap until then. Wake me up when we're close."

Flint nodded and turned to go, but then stopped and turned to add one last thing. "For what it's worth, I understand why you don't trust her. I'm doubting things too."

Alda just gave him a slight, understanding smile and went back into her room. She needed to decompress. She was rethinking a lot. "Evander doesn't know what he's getting himself into."

        "We'll be fine," Evander said as he looked to Jolie. The young woman was nervously sitting next to him. They were both strapped into large interrogation devices with terrifying needles, gears, and serums spreading like the branches on a tree.

"Does this really look like fine to you?"  Jolie retorted as she tried to lift her hand up, only to find an electric shock. She let out a startled scream and hung her head. "This is why I hate you Jedi."

"You don't mean that," Evander said softly, despite holding a deep power in his voice.

"Yes I do," she replied with desperate ferocity and as tears began to line her eyelids. She sounded more like she was convincing herself she meant it than Evander.

"We both know you don't hate the whole order. You hate Dan Rursi and the Council," Evander said in the way a teacher explains something to a youngling. She was silent and just sniffled, then closed her eyes, too tired and flustered to argue. "It's okay, I do too."

She opened her eyes and looked over to see Evander smiling. His unexpectedly kind eyes offered her some comfort and she smiled back and took a deep breathe. "So what happens now?"

He would've shrugged if he weren't strapped to an interrogation chair. "They're probably gonna try and get Republic secrets from us, which you don't even have, and hopefully we can shut our mouths until somebody comes to rescue us."

"You really think someone will come?" She asked innocently. "How would they even know?"

"Flint's the smartest Jedi in the entire Order, so I have faith. Besides, Alda has a good gut, and Synyc," he smiled,"just always seems to know what's going on with me."

Jolie couldn't help but smile at the last part. "Just don't let them leave me behind."

"They would never do that."

She looked him straight in the eye and her voice suddenly held some sort of captivating sincerity. "After I treated you like bantha crap, tossed you into a ventilation grate in my ship, and flew away?" She shook her head. "If I were them I'd leave me to fend for myself," her voice grew monotone,"I deserve it."

He so badly wanted to break from his containment and go comfort her somehow. He knew exactly how she was feeling. He went through all this not too long ago- and still was to a degree. It sucks. "They won't. And even if they wanted to, I won't let that happen."